Out of My Head

It's 80 degrees outside and I feel heavy again.

I'm back to making lists. Lists of things that need to be done, things I want to do, things I want to have. People I want to see. Places I want to go.

Get a better paying job. Preferably one I can stand.
Lose ten pounds. Okay twenty.
Clean. Everything.
Make time for friends.
Make time for music.
Take chances.

But I really don't know if I'm bold enough to check off that list.

I live almost entirely inside my head.


"I remained too much inside my own head and ended up losing my mind." ~Edgar Allen Poe

Chances Past

Well, I'm back in New York. I'm sitting here looking at this blog wondering how I'm going to fill in all of the days I've left blank. My experience at the Page household was one of the greatest I've had in my whole life. I went from living in a place that made my soul feel weak to a place that made me feel inspired and connected to parts of me that I never knew existed, and other parts I thought had been buried away for good. And I made friends that I will cherish always. I hold the experience so dear to me that I'm just not ready to write about it.

My last day in Ireland… Scarecrow Chic

This month could have been a lifetime. I don't know that it's changed me, but it's certainly made me stronger. 

Thank you, Ireland.